With helplessness in her tone, she walked over to him with a washbasin and sat down, "You're really hard to take care of!"
I squeezed a handful of hot water for him and gently wiped his forehead that was heated by alcohol. "You still yell at me when you're asleep. Do you hate me that much?"
While wiping his face, she lowered her voice and complained softly to him.
When she squeezed a second handful of hot water and wiped it on his neck, her hand was tightly held by Shi Jing.
Her body stiffened suddenly, and she raised her gaze suddenly, seeing that Shi Jing's eyes were still tightly closed, but his slight frown showed his dissatisfaction at this time.
"Qian Qianqian, you are so brave. You dare to kiss other men behind my back. Did you get my consent? Damn it! You woman..."
The original rage turned into a soft whisper at this time: "You damn woman, did you get my consent? You little bastard..."
He closed his eyes and murmured softly, with a vague expression of disappointment on his face, and the words he yelled made the movements of Qian Qianqian's hands completely freeze.
Looking at Shi Jing's sleepy eyes with a slightly frowning brow, her heart began to feel mixed.
Shi Jing said so.
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What does it mean? What does it mean to be so drunk and still care about the friendship kiss between her and her senior that was nothing?
During the day, did he see his senior kissing her? At that time.
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Is he there?
Thinking about the inexplicable uneasiness that surged into my heart at that time, was it because of his existence?
There were too many thoughts flashing through her mind at this time, and every thought made her a little afraid to face it, and her brain was in a mess.
Time mirrors him.
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Why do you care so much?
Biting her lower lip lightly, her eyes looked at Shi Jing's knitted brows with some complexity, and her hands couldn't help but touch his face.
This time, she did not take her hand back, but actually touched his face. She touched this deep facial features with some luxury.
She liked him, and she had admitted it some time ago, but only when he was drunk and unconscious did she dare to touch this face that belonged to God so boldly.
It was only at this time that the God who seemed so far away was so close to her.
"Mirror of Time..."
She called his name softly, as if she was afraid that he would hear it, her voice was very low, and her hands that were reluctant to take back moved on his hot face with a bit of lust.
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Finally, he took a deep breath, suppressed the greed in his heart, and resolutely withdrew his hand from Shi Jing's face.
The other hand held by Shi Jing also broke away from Shi Jing's hand at this time. She picked up the towel again, twisted it, came close to his ear, and lowered her voice:
"Stop making trouble and wipe yourself first."
Shi Jing seemed not to be obedient. When her hand reached for his neck again, he grabbed it again:
"Qian Qianqian, do you dare to let others kiss you again? Do you dare to try again?"
"Okay, okay, it's my fault. Just be okay and stop making trouble now, okay?"
Qian Qianqian felt helpless, raised her head and rolled her eyes, suddenly realizing that this drunken god was even more difficult for her to resist than the usual domineering and self-righteous god.